Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Smog,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.